Rainy, rainy day

 It's been raining all day.

In fact, it seems like it's been raining since Trump took office.

The things he and Musk are doing break my heart and pour rain on my head.

Courts are standing up on some of it--but the President seems to ignore the courts in some ways.

Hopefully he is making judges and even the Supreme Court a bit argumentative.

Maybe they can stop the rain or slow it down.

I don't feel safe any more--and I was born in the USA!

People who weren't really don't feel safe.

And for good reason.

God help us....

 

no church today

 I didn't have church today and won't next Sunday either. I celebrate three Sundays a month and March has five.

It doesn't seem like Sunday if I don't have church.

Just another day. A day without a dollar.

People ask me why I'm still working at 77. I tell them "it's the only way I know I'll go to church."

They usually laugh, but it's true.

On days like today and next Sunday I don't go to church.

I love celebrating at church but not just attending.

If that's bad of me, I'm ok with that....

Up to Waterbury Hospital

 I know I said I was doctored out, but getting allergy shots involves only registered nurses.

One of the regular, nice nurses was checking my Epi-pen and getting the shots ready when I heard someone around the corner say, "I know that voice!"

And there she was--Angela--who had been a member of St. John's in Waterbury all of the 21 years I was there.

She had two kids--boy and girl--and I probably baptized one or both of them.

Their all grown up--both married--and the daughter has two children.

She showed me photos on her smart phone--something I can't do since I have a flip phone and don't know how.

We hugged a couple of times and entertained the other nurse with our memories.

All in all, a good trip to the Hospital--and only nurses....

That's the way I like it.

 

A down day

 Nothing much happened today.

I got up at 8:45, had breakfast, read a David Rosenfelt book, had worked a bit on taxes, had lunch. Started another Rosenfelt book and sit here typing.

Oh, I did feed Brigit, our dog and let her in the back yard for a while a few times.

And, oh, I got 15 phone calls which were from no one I know--mostly trying to get money from me.

And, oh, I went out and got Pinot Grllogio, the only wine I drink.

Not that much happened today.

I actually like days like this....

Days when nothing much happens....

I'm doctor-ed out....

I have had a doctor's appointment, blood draw, a doctor's appointment, a dentist visit and will have two shots on Friday.

Enough medical stuff already!

As you get older, you get to know medical providers better.

I also have an x-ray next Thursday.

Enough....

But they keep me walking around and breathing.

That's good.

Better than the option.

So bring on the medical people....

 

Fog, Fog, More Fog...

Going up to Milton today for church, I drove through the most fog I've ever driven through.

Litchfield/Milton is up-hill from here, so it got worse the further I drove.

A bit better coming back, but still lots of fog.

From time to time I couldn't see twenty feet in front of me.

But I made it there and back safely.

God blesses us in fog.

I guess.

 

Lent II sermon

 I wrote my sermon for tomorrow in record speed--maybe 20 minutes.

I did something I never do, I talked about all the lessons and the collect of the day. I seldom like them all--but these I loved.

The sermon came out so seamlessly that I didn't re-read it in case it was awful.

The folks at Trinity, Milton will see and hear if that's true or not tomorrow!